Monday, April 26, 2010

glory

Why the center? Why the very core?Where all the fibers of my being thread to a crossing;Where hopes meet joys, meet abilities, meet heart.Where I set my soul’s finger when pointing to very me - Why strike there?

Why strike there, Yet still so gently?Not a gushing wound or stab of knife,But a pluck of pain, an ache, a tear drop, a sigh.Constant, no flee from, no fly from, no dream away. A steady sorrow.